Nightfall Chapter 293: The snow wall is the same door, the deadly enemy of the winter forest
Volume Two, Lake of Winter, Chapter 293, Snow Wall, Same Door, Winter Forest’s Dead Enemy
The flames on the snowy lake are gradually extinguishing, and the chill is gradually rising. “”
Tang Xiaotang walked behind Ning Que, let go of Chen Pipi’s hand, and suddenly knelt down with a slap, splashing two little snow on his knees, and then slapped one head again.
The tangerine peel was slightly surprised.
Tang Xiaotang’s voice trembled slightly and said, “Thank you for cleaning up Mingzong’s door.”
Ning Que did not evade sideways and accepted the gift calmly. He knew very well that the demon sect that has withered in the world now respects and fears the little master, but it is the traitor Xiahou who really hates him. Don’t let Tang Xiaotang kneel, she couldn’t release the complex emotions in her heart at this time.
What’s more, Liansheng’s fragments of consciousness are in the sea of his knowledge. He is considered to be a generation of Liansheng’s younger generation, but he looked at the quiet night of Xuehu and said: “There are many people by the lake, you kneel, I’m afraid it will be troublesome.”
Tang Xiaotang stood up, Chen Pipi wiped the snow off her forehead, looked at the redness and swelling on it, and couldn’t help feeling a little distressed. Listening to Ning Que’s words, he responded, “I’m afraid of trouble in Chang’an City.”
Today’s battle with Xiahou was not disturbed by any guesses from beginning to end. Of course, Ning Que knew very well that this must be the role played by the academy. Hearing Chen Pipi’s words, he couldn’t help but laugh. There was a sense of pride in my heart. This is Chang’an. We are disciples of the academy, so there is no trouble.
Just what should I do next?
Fifteen years of hatred and killing intent have been accumulated. As Xiahou’s body fell into the lake, all of it was released, just like those mists of boiling lake water, ordinary people are extremely happy and happy. After the excitement and sentimentality, you will probably feel a little empty and confused, or even at a loss.
If Ning Que was still the Ning Que in Weicheng, he would have fallen into this state of mind. After killing Xiahou, he seemed to have done what he wanted to do in this life, and there was nothing to do, or even not. Knowing where to go–but now it’s different. He has a home in Chang’an. It’s not convenient to go back to the old Bi Zhai near Lane 47. There is a large house beside Yanming Lake. Although the well is broken, he can still live in. of. Besides, there is an academy in the south of Chang’an. You can always find a thatched house for yourself and Sangsang in the back mountain.
“Go home first.”
Ning Que and Sangsang helped each other and walked to the house where the flames went out early on the northern shore. However, although the master and servant were not seriously injured today, the wear and tear was extremely serious, and it was already time for the lamp to dry out. , At this moment, his mind was relaxed, his legs were like lead, and Hajime almost fell as soon as he took a step. (《》)
Chen Pipi reacted very quickly, grabbing Ning Que’s arm, and teaching a little annoyedly: “Sangsang is so hard tonight, do you still expect her to be able to support you? Please me to die?”
Ning Que said: “Don’t be too nervous about me, what Xiahou said is a Daoist guest Qing, this will be passed back to Xiling or Zhishouguan, it will always be bad for you in the future.”
“I never thought about becoming a fat Taoist priest.”
Chen Pipi said impatiently, then grabbed him by the arm and lifted him **** his back, walking towards the lakeshore, Tang Xiaotang helped Sangsang follow behind.
On the quiet snow lake, there are creaking snow from time to time.
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The morning light is coming.
I don’t know how many people are watching the lake tonight. People look at the two footprints on the snow lake, the people in front of the footprints, Ning Que, who is carried by Chen Pipi, and the humble Xiao who is supported. Maid, her mood is very complicated, she always feels that what she sees is not true.
With the help of the little maid, Ning Que from the upper realm of Dongxuan killed General Xiahou, the top martial artist and domineering general. In the eyes of many people, this is impossible, even if Ning Que is Master’s disciple, this kind of thing is still impossible, because…this is a fair frontal battle.
High-level practitioners die in the hands of low-level opponents. It is not common but not rare, because battles have always been unreasonable. Methods such as assassination and drug traps sometimes play a decisive role, Dong Xuan The death of practitioners in the realm in the hands of ordinary assassins is not one or two, but this kind of situation rarely occurs in a frontal battle, because it is a competition of absolute strength.
Especially for the great practitioners who have advanced to the realm of life, it is impossible for practitioners of the lower realm to defeat him in a fair frontal battle.
Knowing the destiny is a threshold for practice. Crossing this threshold, you will be far away from the world.
In the records of the spiritual world, in addition to a powerful army that can use endless cavalry to match the terrain and subtle tactics, it can pile up the big powers who know the fate. There has never been a cross-border challenge to the fate of the strong. Zhong Ke Haoran once did it, but there were no spectators in that battle. People only knew that the strong man who knew the fate had died, or that Mr. Ke of the cave profound realm was riding on a little black donkey to move on. (《》)
This also means that the battle between Ning Que and Xiahou’s Winter Lake was the first time in countless years that there was an audience who could be proved to cross the border with a level of knowledge, and this will definitely be recorded in the Xiling Church.
In this battle, Ning Que made a lot of preparations and can even be said to be a trap, but he was originally a talisman, so no one had any doubts about his fighting style. People watching the battle were just shocked by this Those methods used by the youngest disciple of Ming Academy in the battle.
Whether it is the storm of the talisman, or the thunder of the Yuan thirteen arrows and the mysterious lotus field, Ning Que’s methods have exerted an effect that outsiders cannot understand, and they appear so powerful, although his realm is still holed. Profound realm, but these methods really have the power of knowing fate.
In the end, Sangsang shined brightly by the cliff, which made everyone silent.
Tonight, many spectators in Chang’an City were stronger than Ning Que, but they were still shocked extremely strongly, especially Ye Hongyu, who was standing on the wooden bridge on the west bank, was shocked the most.
In today’s world, in the three sects of Taoism, Buddhism and Demons, and in the academy, she has always been the strongest among the younger generation. Whether it is Prince Longqing or a sea monk, even Tang Xiaotang, it is impossible for her to take a trace of her grace. However, seeing Ning Que and Sangsang’s performance tonight, she suddenly had some other thoughts, so she closed her eyes and thought in silence, her eyelashes trembled slightly in the night wind, as if she had understood some truth through this battle.
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On the snow-covered city wall, Ye Su looked at the direction of Yanming Lake in the distance, and said after a long silence: “The Academy is really strong, and this guy is also very strong.”
Watching the battle overnight, watching the thunder on the lake, the wind and snow fluttering, iron arrows, iron lotus, iron guns and iron knives, accompanied by the constant impact of the breath, Ye Su’s views on Ning Que kept making adjustments and changes.
In the beginning, Ning Que was an ordinary person in his eyes. Later he became good, and finally became very good. However, when Ning Que finally succeeded in killing Xiahou, he realized that his opinion was still insufficient. Exactly, he didn’t even want to hide his admiration and appreciation for that guy anymore.
Now Ning Que, of course, could not be his opponent of the successor of Zhishou Guan, but he was so young that he forced Xiahou to be killed under such impossible circumstances. If he studied in the academy for a few more years, he would be a master. Given this teaching, who can tell what level Ning Que will climb in the future?
Could there really be another Mr. Ke in the world?
Xiahou’s death did not affect Ye Su’s mood in any way. Even if another Ke Haoran appeared in the academy, it would only be an admirable opponent for him, but it would make him feel gratified. The most important thing is He did not think that Ning Que would become the second Mr. Ke.
He turned to look at the big brother, and said: “As of now, you are still not sure?”
The senior brother asked: “Xiling Temple said that it was arrogant judgment back then, why do you insist on this statement?”
“I said, I believe that the God of Light may be wrong, but I will never make a mistake. The teacher may have judged that the son of Lin Guangyuan could not be the son of Pluto, so he thought the God of Light had made a big mistake, and the temple would Admit it to Tang Guo, but if Guangming’s inference is correct, and the son of Pluto was indeed in the general’s mansion when he awakened, then he was not Lin Guangyuan’s son, who would it be?”
Ye Su looked at him blankly and said, “You know who it will be.”
The big brother said: “Without evidence, there is no reason.”
Ye Su said: “Everyone is dead, Ning Que is still alive, this is the evidence.”
The big brother did not speak.
Ye Su’s sentence is very simple and seems unreasonable, but it cannot be refuted.
You can survive under any circumstances, and you can survive when you see that you are bound to die. If it is not for the **** child protected by Haotian, then he can only be the hero of the story.
The black line descended on the world for fifteen years. This story has begun for fifteen years, and it has evolved without anyone knowing. The hero in this story is the son of Hades.
Ye Su believes that Ning Que is the son of Pluto.
A faint morning light appeared in the far east, and the wall was quiet.
I don’t know how long it took, the senior brother said: “The teacher once said that if we are not sure whether or not there is an existence above the sky, then we should maintain spiritual awe or vigilance, but in this world life I don’t pay any attention to it, this is the way to get along.”
Then he looked at Ye Su and said, “I’m not sure if Ning Que is the son of Pluto. I believe he is not, but I’m pretty sure he is the younger brother of my college.”
Ye Sujing thought about the words of the Master.
After a while, he looked at the winter forest by the Yanming Lake, and said calmly: “There is no evidence, there is no order, even if the Dao Sect has doubts, he will not do anything to Ning Que. I think the dumb man will do more I need to hear, but I doubt that he, who is already unable to speak, can hear this.”
The dumb is not really dumb, so naturally he won’t be really deaf. The so-called whether he can hear it or not is whether he wants to hear it, whether he wants to believe what the college said.
The big brother looked at the winter forest, thinking about the walking of the Buddha, who is known for his perseverance, and a faint worry appeared between his brows. The walking of the Buddha was obviously because of the rumor of the son of Hades who came to Chang’an. If you dare to show Xingzang, you are naturally not afraid to bear the pressure of the academy and you will also be disadvantageous to Ning Que.
For that dumb monk, he really didn’t have any good solutions, because as he often repeats but no one believes-the big brother is really not good at fighting.
Ye Su looked at the quiet night forest, always felt something was wrong, because in the previous battle, the dumb monk never took action. He always felt that there were still people in the forest.
However, in this world, who can avoid him and the master of the college?
At this moment, there was a sudden gust of wind in the winter forest by the lake. With the wind, there was a large tearful sound of cicadas, but those cicadas seemed so happy.
Listening to the sound of cicadas, Ye Su’s face suddenly became extremely pale.
Not fear, but solemnity, the emotion of encountering the most powerful enemy in this life.
Only a very clear howl was heard.
The wooden sword on his back also screamed, suddenly out of its sheath!
Jianruo a ray of light flew away from the city wall, pierced the last night before dawn, and pierced toward the winter forest.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Su jumped off the city wall. In the morning breeze, his shirt and clothes vibrated slightly, and he followed the sword. His body was indescribable, like a thin piece of snow in the wind, and it seemed to be faster than a flying sword. Not slow.
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(I haven’t figured out the next volume yet, so I’m afraid of it in advance, so it’s very difficult to write today. I’ll report to you, and I will write the next volume before going to bed.)
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